I remember the first time I saw Tiny Fey’s memoir, Bossypants. It was either in Time magazine or Barnes and Noble, which one exactly I can’t remember but I know it was one of them since I always seem to get myself lost in both. The cover was striking—Tina Fey’s face superimposed on a hairy muscular man’s body. It was a little strange, but mostly funny and that’s how Bossypants goes—a little strange and mostly funny.
Bossypants is filled with Fey’s brand of humor and self-deprecation throughout the book and it’s honestly less of a memoir than it is, using NPR’s Janeane Garofalo’s words, “here’s-what-happened-and-why-I-think-this kind of book”. Fey doesn’t pause on the upsetting scenes of childhood, letting you feel bad for her, instead she glosses over it, with a “by the way, this happened” kind of humor that you wish you had yourself. Honestly.
Tina Fey is refreshing and even under all the humor that she has looking back at her life, you know it’s more than luck that’s lead her to where she is. She’s worked hard, had some low points (see YMCA job in Chicago) and she’s risen out of it. With humor. Can I just please be like Tina Fey?
It’s getting really hard to describe Bossypants in a coherent way so I’m just going to tell you to read it or listen to it. Tina Fey reads Bossypants if you decide to go the audiobook route. I’ve heard it’s a wonderful experience and I’m sure you can’t ever get enough of Tina Fey.
Also, because I want to be like Tina Fey, here’s my first step:
What am I doing with my life? It’s a question I ask myself daily and I don’t really know. Panic is an emotion that I go through quite frequently. Also, because I’m not really good at being bossy but I’m quite passable at this blogging game (or so I think).